I’ve forgot what beauty smells like
after the gulls
and the four winds
loving the memory of something
or
someone
on the coast and stomach-aching
dismal
you are the denominator
and i hate arithmetic
math
algebra
of all the nonsensical
i loath the formula that makes me think of you
it’s tested. tried.
tried tried tried tried tried.
and tried
it’s a formula that doesn’t let me have
anygoddamnedthing
and here
with the metronome heartbeat of god and water
and my mother
earth
the glare of alone
can blind